Sign the Contract Even If the Building Collapses!

A parking garage somewhere in Las Vegas.

A dozen or so people were gathered around a pile of bones on the ground.

Avalanche was furious as he looked at the pile of ribs.

He is widely recognized as the king of civil engineering destruction in Vegas's underground neighborhoods!

But now!

His most capable henchmen were dismembered and killed like a roast duck.

With a kick that sent the abandoned engine hood flying a considerable distance, Avalanche roared and ordered, "Send everyone out! I want that France poker player to die a horrible death!"

"Also, find out exactly who that Asian man is!"

The younger brother next to him stepped forward timidly.

"Boss, that Asian guy keeps calling Remy LeBeau 'cousin,' and they're staying in a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel right now."

The Avalanche, its fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Four Seasons Hotel?

That's his territory, his neighborhood!

Now look what's happened! Two bastards from out of town killed his top henchman on his turf, and they dare to brazenly check into his hotel?

"Tear that building down!"

He even smiled as he said this, a smile that came from being thoroughly enraged but then calmed down.

"Including the foundation of the west wing, I want them to be turned into a concrete sandwich."

At the same time.

Sing Sing looted all the free daily necessities he could take.

Small bottles of shampoo, shower gel, lotion, sewing kit, shoe polish cloth, and even two rolls of toilet paper were stuffed in.

His technique was superb, like someone doing wholesale purchasing.

The Gambit, holding the contract, glanced coldly at the man who called himself a "secret agent" stuffing disposable slippers into his suitcase, and his conscience wavered a couple of times.

He had met real government agents—FBI, Department of Homeland Security, Interpol ...

No one would steal hotel slippers.

And why is his suitcase so big?

"Buzz~"

The bottle of sparkling water on the coffee table suddenly started churning, with bubbles rising from the bottom of the bottle.

The Gambit stopped writing.

"Earthquake?" He frowned.

Sing Sing pressed down on the coffee table.

This frequency is wrong; it's too regular.

"It's not an earthquake."

Before he could finish speaking, the entire window shattered with a loud crash.

The floor began to tilt, and a crack appeared in the middle of the marble tile.

"Avalanche!"

The Gambit cursed and jumped up from the sofa.

Who is this?

"That boss with the bone fragments is a hundred times harder to deal with than Boneforge!" The Gambit quickly scanned his surroundings, looking for an escape route.

"He can dismantle a building's structure from underground; he can demolish the entire building however he wants!"

The chandelier on the ceiling swayed three times before crashing down, base and all.

Sing Sing dodged to the side and shouted, "Sign! Sign the contract now!"

The Gambit stared wide-eyed at the madman.

The building is about to collapse and he's still thinking about the contract?

Are you out of your mind?!

"Once you sign, you're one of us! Our employees are protected if they get injured on the job! You didn't sign, so what's the point of your injury now? It's your own fault for trying to scam us!"

The second wave of tremors arrived.

The floorboards broke in the middle and collapsed to both sides.

The Gambit lost his footing and his body plummeted down the broken floorboards.

He threw out three playing cards to blast away the obstacles below, trying to create a foothold for himself.

But the building continued to collapse, and every piece of concrete he stepped on crumbled the next second.

At the crucial moment, a hand grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Cough!"

The Gambit was so tightly strangled he almost rolled his eyes back, his whole body suspended in mid-air like a chick being lifted up.

Looking back, Sing Sing was holding him with one hand, while the other hand was doing something that sent blood pressure soaring.

He was stuffing something into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Contract.

A ballpoint pen.

A small bottle of hand cream.

"You fucking..."

"Don't move! If you move again, I won't be able to hold you back!"

Sing Sing used the momentum to bounce up.

He was like a loach swimming upstream in a waterfall, specifically seeking out landing spots that hadn't yet broken apart.

Every step he took teetered on the brink of collapse, every step he took pulled away before gravity dragged him down.

A piece of load-bearing wall came hurtling straight at the Gambit's face.

A flash of silver light.

The Pig Butchering Knife cleaved horizontally, neatly splitting the concrete block—enough to crush a person into a meat patty—into two halves, grazing past the sides of the Gambit' face.

My face!

"How much is that tattered mask of yours worth?"

Sing Sing used the debris from the third floor as leverage to push off, sending Gambit flying sideways.

Behind them, the entire west wing of the Four Seasons Hotel collapsed inward.

The dust formed a gray wave that caught up with them.

The two fell from the second floor into the green belt across the street.

Sing Sing landed first to stabilize his center of gravity, and then casually tossed the Gambit to the side.

Gambit rolled three times on the lawn before finally lying on his back under a palm tree.

Sing Sing stood at the edge of the ruins, patting the dust off the cuffs of his white suit.

Then he looked down at his clothes, his face showing an expression more painful than if the building had collapsed.

"Damn it! This is my second white suit!"

He turned and looked at the pile of smoking rubble, his voice trembling with grief and indignation.

"I haven't even opened the $15 sparkling water yet! There are at least six free bottles of Coke and three tubes of potato chips in that mini -the Fridge! That's almost 200 RMB!"

The Gambit got up from the ground, spat out the grass in his mouth, and glared at him as if he were a madman.

"You were almost buried alive, and you're worried about Coke?"

"The cola is free, you know that? Not getting something free is a loss! That's called a sunk cost!"

Sing Sing took the contract out of his inner pocket, shook off the dust, and examined it carefully under the streetlight.

The paper is intact and undamaged.

"Thank goodness, the contract is still valid."

The Gambit opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He was now certain of one thing: this person was either the best-acting psychopath in all of United States, or he genuinely had "saving money" ingrained in his DNA.

Regardless of the reason, he felt like he was on a sinking ship.

Low-frequency vibrations were felt in the ground.

Sing Sing put away the contract, his ears twitching slightly.

He's still underground.

"Nonsense! Avalanche never fight on the ground; they're like fish in water underground!"

Sing Sing pulled out a small notebook and quickly wrote a line.

"Civil engineering deconstruction capabilities, underground operation type, extremely wide attack range..."

The Gambit stared at him in disbelief.

"You're still doing talent assessments?!"

"Professional habits."

Sing Sing closed his notebook and adopted a serious expression.

"However, this guy is quite capable. If we can recruit him to handle targeted demolitions for urban renewal, he alone could save 300 million yuan in demolition costs."

"His temper is terrible; he's the troublemaker type. I'll probably have to beat him up during the interview."

"You're hopeless!"

The sound of an engine interrupted their conversation.

More than a dozen SUVs drove in from various intersections in the neighborhood.

The Gambit wiped the dust off his face, picked a direction, and ran.

"Let's go find a tough friend who can handle things!"

"You haven't signed the contract yet, cousin!"

"Run away first and we'll talk!"